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...who is a POET??...he is...but a dethroned king sitting among the ashes of his palace trying to fashion an image out of the ashes...
..he is the poorest of the poor..yet he carries an oasis in his heart cultivated by the caravan of his thinking...he is a pauper..but he still pretends to be a ' prince ' in the kingdom of his vivid imagination..
..he only sings when he is starving for he cannot sing if his mouth be filled with food...
..he only raises his hand to beg for he cannot raise his hands if it be filled with gold...
..his wealth is his winged imagination and fictive power to think...and ' thinking ' always acts for him as the stumbling stone to ' poetry '... :) ;)
..he is a tree watered by the river of beautiful thoughts..and carries in his heart a lamp unconquered by darkness..
..yes..he seeks NIRVANA..not by counting coins of gold..but in leading his sheep to greener pasture..in seeking a smile from humanity...in putting his child to sleep..and in writing the last line of his poem... :)

...he will be unheard until humans honor the dead and forget the living..for then only upon his ' death '... ' he ' will rule their hearts...and his kingdom will have no ending... :) :) ;)
..TO HAVE GREAT POETS..THERE MUST BE GREAT AUDIENCES TOO... :)

Friday 21 May 2010

..here i come.. ;) :)

..finally its time to leave fr home..busy packin things ryte nw..
..feeling very euphoric n ecstatic..at d top of d world..
..busy shifting things..as am vacating my room..coz its goin to b a long vacations to d hills...
..wud b meandering my way ryte thru d hills..feedin frenzily on kashmiri wazwan n treatin myself to kashmiri kahwa on d way....n enjoyiin d beauty of  d ' switzerland of india '..
..ryte said by d persian poet shiekh saadi.
."agar barroi firduasay zaminast
 hamiast hamiast hamiast "

..wud b finally gettin to treat my eyes to d sight of d majestic mountains proudly displayin its beauty n might..
..wud b gettin to watch d cattle lazily grazin in d thin parches of green..
..wud b gettin to hear d rivers roaring downstream always  in a hurry to join d mighty indus..
..wud b finally gettin to breathe in fresh air...away frm d hustle n bustle of d city wer life is nothin but cosmetic n fake..
 ..wud b gettin to hear d winds whisper to my ears as it grazes by..
..wud b simmerin myself in warm gurr gurr chai...
..Oh Ladakh!!!!...here i come..  :) ;)